(CAUTION THIS POEM IS ABOUT SUICIDE)
. . how did she feel when she found me there
the bottles of pills lay scattered on the floor
my body lying cold and still as the tv screen
lit the room with its stark and ugly glare. . .
. . . how did she feel when she found me there
after I had promised her that I would never
turn my back on her and leave her all alone
to struggle through the years as if I didn’t care. . .
. . . how did she feel when she found me there
ready for the cold hard ground to hold me
in its moist embrace and rot the flesh from
my bones as it leaves my insides bare. . .
. . . how did she feel when she found me there
so far gone that she would never find me again
dreaming of her happiness and singing her songs of love instead I left her living this nightmare. . .
. . . how did she feel when she found me there. . .
©ronvdm777
Nov 2019
©ronvdm777
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